Oh no I ripped it
Aaaaaaaaaaah what's going on?
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, a napkin next to my paper capsule serenade.
I srin finale. The grand finale of this periodic explosion of clicking noises that should be sounding a little different. Wiretap, explosion!
Implosion! I shifted positions in my chair. A chair. Soft, except for the bottom. The floor deals with less luxury, because it's meant to be stood on.
Worm raider! Capture them worms!
This is a transition from one period of not fishing, to another.
Capture them worms!
AAArgh, let's try to be a bit more optimistik, shall we? There's a light above your head. It's a lightbulb. See it? There's another one, b ut it hurts so dontmentionit.
CATAPULT THE UNDERDOG ABOVE THE FLINGING WATER DOME.
Bald. Shiny.
Crayons are bald.
I wonder if I rubbed a piece of paper on that bald guy's head, if it would make marks on the paper. Or would he just punch me.
OR summon the pack rats.
I see a large garbage bag. It's on the opposite side of the lightbulb.
PIZZA!!!!!!!
Pepperoni brings about new life. This pizza doesn't have any.
The number changes randomly, every several seconds. Sometimes it's a good number, and sometimes it isn't. To make an illusion, it's sometimes a number that starts with a 1.
I can see the future, and it is ripe with elbows.